Hope
©Poet of the Shadows AKA Shadowpoet
Chapter 3
"In 1985 I started being the class clown in some ways; you see I had the mind to pull pranks. Everything went well, pulling most of the basic childhood mischief in 5th grade. I even started making some 'so called' friends. Each day I would come up with a new stunt for a different teacher. That left me 9 days to cycle through the teachers with the jokes I would pull, and the start the process over, using a different list for who I'd get next each of the 9 days. The pranks ranged from live snakes, namely gardener snakes, the small black non poisonous kind, in a desk, up to and including chalk in the eraser.
Every thing went well with those pranks, until one day I was finally caught. Sixth period science was right after lunch, and the teacher had lunch the same period. I got to class a few minutes early to set up a prank. This one would be overboard; even I thought so, now that I look back. Exactly 15 seconds before bell, I covered the seat of the teachers chair in super glue and exited the classroom, so not to get caught.
I thought everything went well; the teacher walked in, sat down and noticed something was wrong. He tried to stand back up, but the super glue had soaked through his pants right to the skin of his legs, not only binding the pants to the chair as I had wanted, but binding him to his pants as well.
One of my 'so called' friends told the teacher who had been in on the latest prank binge. Then that student took it upon himself also to go get another teacher. That teacher, Mr. Harold, was eventually removed from the chair later that day in community General Hospital here in Reading, no surgery required. He did loose some leg hair from what I heard though.
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